“I swear you struggle in the simplest of things.”The large Koopa muttered, sitting down on the steps outside of his stageroom and glancing over your music. He was marking sharps, flats, and even the key changes and tempo changes that happened throughout the piece.

“Either that or you just like spending time with me.” He added sarcastically, his large claws being surprisingly delicate on the paper, his hair slightly messed up.